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सिन्टा / the message burned beneath my skin, the
silence buried it beneath the dunes, m.d. 🪔
(missive, 20.) mercy descend upon th’ withered, burned beneath the tyrant sun’s fervid gaze. in the shimmer of golden ruin—wan hands do strike the seal
[✉️], clean with carvings for 3,000 idr / each. amidst dust divine, sending forth the script once etched unto:
@rosemirntbot 𑑔 🫒
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